Dang Yang lay on the bed, thinking about the past, his handsome face slightly red, heart racing… He realized his feelings for An Yue. At that time, An Yue loved wearing outfits like that—a white short-sleeved shirt with a bow at the collar, and a pleated skirt that was a bit short… He liked following behind An Yue…
An Yue: You really like schoolgirls.
The shameless one next door: I don't like schoolgirls, I only like you.
An Yue: I don't like these clothes.
The shameless one next door: How about wearing these clothes tomorrow?
An Yue: Heh… Are you sure? This skirt is quite short; if I don't wear leggings, it might expose, but I never wear leggings.
The shameless one next door: Then you better not wear it tomorrow.
An Yue: Heh, men.
The shameless one next door: You could wear it for me alone someday.
